Zhang Zhijie looked at this girl called poetry, and she was a little surprised. But think about it, this is also a hard person, if you die because of it, you can't bear it!

Zhang Zhijie touched his chin and smiled, “Okay, you convinced me!”So, then go alone with the officer.”

If the painting is happy, I didn't expect to follow it myself.Dead friends do not die poor, like poetry, can not stop!

Zhang Zhixian then said a sentence that made everyone fall down: “You call it poetry, don’t you?”The officer redeemed you!”

The girls around me listened to the fire, and the luck was too good!Easy to find such a big support!It's not worth it, it's worth it to be raised outside!

Next to the picturesque remorse of the intestines are blue, want to open their mouths to express their own will, but have lost the opportunity, did not find out the temper of this adult, after all, did not dare to open!

As the face of the poem is incredible, look at Zhang Zhixian knot in his own pocket.He took out a five-hundred-two-year-old ticket.

Zhang Zhijie had to think of the Juan child in his own home, and the monthly money of one or two months was only one or two silver coins.I’ve got five hundred and twenty-five years of it!

Good luck, that must be enough!I can’t believe it was bleeding today!Thanks to Shi Yi, he gave himself a few out of money!

If the poem looks at the five hundred and two silver tickets pulled out by Zhang Zhijie, doubts in my heart, does the adult really make himself atonement?

Song Xun did not know that the adults did not know the young lady's market, and thought that the adults deliberately disgusted mother Sang!

Mother Sang heard the adults say to give a poem to redeem, although the heart is reluctant, but the heart can only accept.

I saw the amount of silver tickets handed over by Zhang Zhijie, five hundred and two!Call it the flower!

Mother Sang saw Zhang Zhijie a generous look, feeling a pain in her heart, but she is also a brave person.This money is better than not to take, not to accept at least to get personal feelings!

This is like poetry she spent a lot of effort to cultivate, although the heart dripped blood, but the mouth smiled: "Look at the adults said, you can see the poem, that is her blessing, we float the building also has brilliance is not!" 」

Mother Sang pushed Zhang Zhixing hand back to hand the silver ticket, smiled and ordered: "Little Qing, go and bring the sale of poems like a poem!"

Zhang Zhijie did not like to listen to it, and the Lord could not afford to pay the silver!This will one day be reported to their own extortion, can not afford to pay the silver, strong rob the young woman's rumors come out, it is really embarrassing to throw at the grandmother's house!

Zhang Zhijie looked cold, a face insisted: "You as an officer without silver?"This officer has never done anything to buy and sell!”

Mother Sang glanced at the five-hundred-vote silver ticket again, and there was an impulse to spit blood in her heart!If you don't have money, you give it enough money!

You ask this question, throw out five hundred silver tickets, I will tell you that the poem is worth five thousand silver?Isn't that hitting you in the face?Would I hit you in the face?

Mother Sang finally grinned and took the silver ticket: "What the narrator said!"It’s the slave who doesn’t think about it!”

Zhang Zhijie took over the picturesque selling of the deeds, satisfied with the nod: "Yes, this official is not the person who is such extortion, so much good, two clear!"

Zhou Xing from Zhang Zhijie into the drifting Xiang downstairs down the carriage, came to the door to wait.Seeing that the second master had actually redeemed a young woman, Zhou Xing only felt the brain was full of blood, and was about to faint!

If this be to let the wife know that the second master redeemed a young woman to go back, the wife will go crazy!Will he kill the second master, I don't know, I will definitely be killed!

Zhang Zhijie gave the sale of poems to Song Xun and smiled: "These days have been hard for you, don't say that I am the boss of the unsympathetic subordinate!"

Song Cun looked at the sale of his hand and hurriedly replied, “This can’t be done, this can’t!”

Smiling, he said, “What?Disgusted people?”If the poem listened quickly, he looked at Song Xian, lowered his head, and his face was red.

Song Xun looked at the beautiful face of poetry, delicate body, and some fiery in his heart.But the thought of the one at home was painful and happy.

Song Xun also knew that a family like a homologist would never allow a young woman to enter the door!Play outside, if you want to enter the door, do not think!

Song Xun saw that the adults were really not interested, some moved, a constipated face: "The family has a bad wife!"Everyone around me laughed!

Zhang Zhiyi couldn’t help but scold: “Look at you!Go back and tell you that the Lord is in charge!She’s going to listen, let her come to me!”

Zhang Zhixian said to the poem: "You don't look at him!He made great achievements a few days ago, and in two days he was promoted and raised, and he was also a bullfighting suit!”

As the poem red-faced, he whispered, “If poetry is all in the master’s master!”In fact, seeing Zhang Zhijie gave the sale of the title to Song Xian, such as poetry in the heart of the heart is Kenken!

It's not that it's bad, it's that Zhang Zhijie is too good!It can be seen that poetry is a smart girl, like Song Xian, which is really suitable for her!

Zhou Xing at the door saw that his second master had given the sale of poetry to Song Xian, which slowed down God and survived!Zhou Xing touched the cold sweat on the forehead, and it was very exciting to follow the second master!

Mother Sang sent away a group of clothes and guards, relieved in her heart, if the adults rise on a whim, and then pull out five hundred silver tickets to redeem the painting, then find who to cry!

Zhang Zhijie took people out of the door, Song Bao brows opened his eyes and smiled, “Adult?Where are we going next?”

Zhang Zhijie looked at Song Xun's cheerful appearance, very upset, but thinking of Song Xun's family has a tigress, and his heart is very good!

Zhang Zhijie touched his chin and said, “Go to the high-rise gambling workshop!”When Zhang Zhijie thought of the high-rise gambling workshop, he could not help but think of the red sister who was round and rounded, and the body was tiring to the bones.

Song Xianxin secretly said, what to do to go to the gambling room?What we have to do now has nothing to do with the gamer!But Song Xian also suddenly thought of the red sister's irritated body, of course, he can only think!

At least today got a poem is not, although there is no red sister that the familiar charm of the tumultuous, that is also a good person!That’s something I didn’t dare to think before!

The carriage stopped in front of the high-rise gambling workshop, Zhang Zhijie took people into the door, familiar with the road straight to the second floor of the stairs.

Those who see the scene are still the original people, and naturally they will not forget the Zhang Zhijie who has successfully smashed the scene.After recognizing it, he did not dare to stand there as docile as the kitten, watching Zhang Zhijie step on the second floor!This is the person who is even the back of the three masters who are soft!

On the second floor, I saw a picture of blood spraying!